Dear Satan
I wish to make a complaint.
About unsatisfactory service
received from your minions.
Tempted with glossy ads
promising granted desires
for all prepared to pay the price:
I signed a deal
agreeing transfer of my soul to you
at death.
In return, it was stipulated
I’d gain lifelong grandmaster skills
exactly matching those possessed by
former world chess champion
the late Bobby Fischer.
Several weeks elapsed.
Seeing no change
I phoned Daemonic Plc
customer care team.
They assured me complex abilities
might take months developing.
Trustingly, I waited a whole year.
Anticipating.
Yet remained on the same mediocre level as before.
Still miscalculating during games.
After ringing again, some details were checked.
Then infernal staff informed me that
due to glitches in data entry
the single “talent” passed
had not been Bobby Fischer’s
or even chess-related.
But, instead (mistakenly)
derived from a certain Nobby Fischer.
An obscure, Scunthorpe based, tobacconist
successful only at completing “easy” crossword puzzles
in his local newspaper!
Given such gross mismanagement
I am appealing to your Luciferian sense
of honour and fair play:
by requesting our contract is immediately
annulled.
Yours Faithfully, etc.
PS:
I hope this matter can be swiftly resolved
without any recourse to
a higher power?
(2011)
Hi everyone!
I’m reaching the end of blogging past prose, here.
My attempts at humour have had less appeal than sad poetry.
Writing feels even harder this week as, aside from all my other symptoms,
depression has recently spiked. Pulling me toward giving up altogether,
while enveloping work in an atmosphere of futility.
But I’ve ground out another post, anyway.
Hope you are all well?
Comments are always VERY welcome!
(Art on the blog is mine.)
Thank you for reading.
( anxiety / art / blog / blogging / depression / fiction / humor / life / mental health / poetry / reading / story / writing )
Nice poem Ken.
Ya it’s a pain in the ass when depression flares up, hope you feel better soon. πΉ
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Thank you, Dawn!
For some unknown reason WordPress hid your comment in the spam(?).
(Which hasn’t happened before)
I’ve no idea why?
Anyway, it’s nice to hear from you! π
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I’ve been having problems with the WP app locking up on me lately so I don’t know what’s going on eather.
Your welcome Ken.
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I am sorry to read that you depression has spiked…….I will pray that this will subside for you.
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Thank you, Wendi!
I could probably do with some prayers, after writing a post like this! π
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It is truly my pleasure to pray for you Ken!
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Creativity in humour. Great post ππ
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Thank you, Yassy!
So nice to hear from you. π
(Apologies for the delayed reply:
my notifications all failed to appear onscreen, today.
I’ve no idea how or why the computer switched them off.
Then, logging back into wordpress, expecting an empty sidebar, I was surprised
(but delighted) to find your comments and likes.)
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You are very welcome, Ken.
Donβt worry. I think π€ WordPress acts up sometimes, I am still feeling my way around but no worries , itβs all good now.
Goodbye and take care π
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WordPress is certainly acting up, today, Yassy:
I just found this comment, which it had hidden in the SPAM! π
Bye for now! ππ»
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Byeeeeeeπ
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I think I might have sold my soul to Mephistopheles. Maybe.
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Wish I knew where to contact him! π€
(Need all the help I can get, at this point. π LOL!)
Thanks for the likes and comments, Jeffrey,
I apologise for the slight delay in responding:
Unknown to me, the computer had disabled my notifications. I didn’t log in, yesterday: thinking there had been no visitors.
Also, WordPress hid your comment in the spam.
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Tobacconist cracked me up! π€£ Thank you for being! ππ
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Thank you!
I’m glad if my words can raise a smile, Ajanta!π
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